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Wake up in my king size bed Girls all around me Eyes all red The true life of a player kid It's nice to wake up to a naked bitch Got the finest clothes, diamond toes Goin to sleep on a pile of dough Liquers, phantoms, yards, mansions Piff in the cannons House in the hamptons (Livin it up) Big parties every night This is the life of the paradise My main man twist done told'em right I make'em celebrities over night Grammys, oscars, starin in movies Gotta pool house, 4 cars, and jacuzzis On my way up, gettin my cake up Wake up It was just my imagination, Runnin away with me It was just my imagination Runnin away I got groupies, who got groupies Letras de cancionesAn I buy a new car every two weeks My chain got diamonds in it And my whip got a diamond finish Got the mtv j-j-jam of the week Sign autographs when I stand in the street Plus I been all over B.E.T. Columbia records, and D.T.P. Both want me to sign to their label Plus I got my own channel on cable Always fresh courtside, best view Kanye west and beats from the neptunes Stackin cream, magazines Kids dressed like me on halloween They lovin my mixtapes Money like bill gates I'm on top and it feels great It was just my imagination, Runnin away with me It was just my imagination Runnin away From Letras Mania